Текст песни Billy Milligan - Мертвая тишина

Dead silence Voice is deprived.
And the whole earth around - burned, burned.
Dead voice silence is deprived.
If not yet died - survive!

Your mouths are sewn with white threads.
In weakness recognition who did under torture.
Fucked, attempts, with eternal caution.
As if we fly in the dark on the opposite, on red.
Promise a penny-price, and this is a market value,
All your happiness is everything here was extended.
Reset the shackles of themselves more difficult than to wear on others.
Your taller pain you will not with anywhere.
This is a fall, and not take off, don't even go out.
You went all in white not there, there are mobile and soot.
You just had only enemies in these devils.
And there is no one who get out of here would be secretly managed.
So that in this meat grinder it is necessary to try.
Life mocks all of us like Horace.
Pairing those who collect skeletons in the closet.
By turning your triumph in a ridiculous confusion.
Prisoners of the circumstances created by us.
We look upstairs, and under your feet stellar deposits.
Someone lies wounds, someone will die from illusions.
Words of repentance My method, and soon I will achieve them.
Hourglass crashed about a stone look,
You grabbed your hands not in vain.
Mural does not mean turning, so look at both.
One who once had already betrayed you, Sbagrit again.
I hear the voice in my head.
Kindness is given to punishments in return.
I'm buried alive, but not yet in the know.
The workaround is prohibited, and x * th with him.
The interlocutors inside are dead, like you.
Fanatics lost shrines to holes.
The door is closed, and without a constant to knock on it.
There, too, a conspiracy of silence.

Dead silence Voice is deprived.
And the whole earth around - burned, burned.
Dead voice silence is deprived.
If not yet died - survive!

Indifference cuts sharper than a razor.
For silence, you didn't choose the best time.
Make the conclusions of the Pozdnyak, reap fruit.
Only silence traces will leave on your grave.
Not a drop of repentance, empty in the shower.
The brain still consists, but there is no pulse already.
Dull plot and there is a bright tomorrow.
The fragrance of freedom smells faded and stood.
Pads on the temptations, pushing mercy.
Forces doh * I, but the mind did not appear.
Blurred by the ideas of unnecessary utopia.
And those who can save us is soullessly strengthened.
In captivity of self-deception, then Tsam, then Obama.
Everything is blamed, just not we, afraid of Strama.
The wound wanders and the end does not have these flies.
But just raise your hands right away.
Pretty in the blood of this nation became.
I hate power, but we erect on the pedestals.
Self-adequacy P * ZDA, although the otherwise about the opposite.
But once again we give them again to tell us.
We walk around the edge, celebrating your failures.
The commandments are the same, everything is simple called otherwise.
Ulcers on the body of society hurt.
Even the heroes are deprived of the honors for a long time.
And this is the bottom, there is no below, Captain Namo.
Anyway, not a tenant, about the heels of Nemo.
Death walks for each of us constantly.
Seconds are fleeing close to the hour of repentance.
Please lay down, wearing tears.
Again, justifying those who created their steal.
The door is closed and in no sense began to knock on it.
There, too, a conspiracy of silence.

Dead silence Voice is deprived.
And the whole earth around - burned, burned.
Dead voice silence is deprived.
If not yet died - survive!